Comfort Zone

Lloyd and I went to church yesterday.  He sits with his friend Zac and then goes off to children's church with him so I sit by myself or with a family I kind of know from yachting (Greg's yachting, you know what I mean).  I had a very very bad attitude.  Justified with thoughts of how sick and tired I am of going to church by myself and hating the sight of happy couples holding hands and smiling at each other.  I am also sick and tired of no one talking to me.

At the end of the service yesterday, someone did talk to me; a girl who sat near me with her friend.  In her broken English she reached out to me and started a wee conversation.

Bless her heart.

I guess the lesson here is if she can reach out like that, in a language that obviously is not her first... certainly I can do the same.  Surely...

I'm Back!

The bottom line is I'm really quite lonely these days.  Thoughts continually flutter through my head throughout the day and then flit right out because there's no one to share them with / say them to.  Maybe I'll feel more connected if I sometimes put those thoughts "out there" for someone to read.  We'll see.